This is exactly what I needed today.
Thank you, tumblr.
(Thank you, algae sloth.)
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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.
” Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)
Una simple improvisación hecha en Laud. La titulo Tarikat Üyeleri - الاخوة (Hermanos) por aquellas injustificables masacres que existen entre los puebles hermanos árabes por milenios. Es una oración hecha con el único lenguaje de la intención que es la música del alma. Sin guiones ni parámetros. Es una conexión y tributo por aquellos seres, que sin razón alguna mueren, día a día en el planeta. Rezo a través de la música.
Que la Paz esté con todos.
Oh Jimmy, we just don’t care, do we?
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